Genius club

Albert Einstein.

Lin Xian picked up the warm key on his clothes and turned it in his hand to observe.

Lin Xian really didn't react when he first heard the string of addresses, but when Angelica said this, he also recalled the reports about Einstein he had read before.

The great man spent his later years in Princeton for more than 20 years. Princeton can be said to be Einstein's second home.

He lectured at Princeton University on weekdays. When he died in 1955, he also passed away in Princeton University Hospital at the age of 76.

Everyone knows that the director of the pathology department at the time was interested in Einstein's brain, so he secretly dissected Einstein's head, stole his brain, and soaked it in formalin.

To this day, Einstein's brain tissue is still stored at Princeton University Hospital. In recent decades, scientists have conducted many studies on this great man's brain.

But most of the findings make little sense.

A famous rumor once said that "Einstein's brain development rate is only 10%" came from this.

In fact, there is nothing special about Einstein's brain compared to a normal person's brain. It is just a little heavier... After all, Einstein's head is indeed larger than the average person, which is a matter of course.

Lin Xian still recalled it.

Einstein kept a very low profile in his later years and had already made plans for his own death.

He told his children not to hold any commemorative activities or memorial services after his death, but to just cremate him and scatter his ashes somewhere.

He also specifically warned that where the ashes were scattered must be kept secret from the whole world; he was worried that future generations would regard the place where his ashes were scattered as a holy place and conduct visits and pilgrimages.

It seems that Einstein is not a person who likes excitement and just wants to leave this world quietly.

Einstein's children also obeyed Einstein's advice and did not hold any memorial activities for him. And the ashes were scattered in a place that no one knew... To this day, no one knows where Einstein's ashes were scattered.

The same goes for Einstein's former home in Princeton.

He wrote to Princeton University, requesting that his former residence should not be used as a museum or established as a tourist attraction. It should be brought to the market normally and treated as an ordinary house.

Princeton University also respected Einstein.

In the following decades, many people lived in this old house where Einstein lived, but there was nothing special about it.

Lin Xian didn't know why Ji Lin bought this house.

I don't even understand what's so special about this dilapidated house compared to the hundreds of millions of dollars in assets Ji Lin left behind.

"Is this the only key?"

Lin Xian looked at Angelica:

"Nothing else?"

Angelica shook her head:

"Until Ji Lin's death, Ji Lin and I were actually in constant contact. We grew up in the same orphanage when we were young, and later we were raised by an old man together. I am several years older than Ji Lin, and he was During those years in the orphanage, I basically held him while he was growing up.”

"Then we were picked up by the old man, and we separated not long after. The old man sent me to Hollywood, where I debuted as a child star and started to work in the film and television industry. Ji Lin stayed with him and was taken care of by his niece... She was later Xu Yun’s wife.”

"I have a good relationship with Ji Lin, but we don't have many opportunities to meet every year. We just send emails and chat online. Some time ago, Ji Lin told me that he made a good friend, the first in his life. A good friend."

"I'm quite surprised that someone would be friends with such an awkward little boy? Ji Lin did tell me some things about you, but not too much. He just said that it felt good to have a friend. , I don’t know much about other things.”

"He left very suddenly, without any warning. I don't know what he was thinking or what happened. But I can roughly guess... it should be something that he and the old man have been sneaking and hiding. related."

Angelica felt a little lonely as she spoke.

Lin Xian looked at her:

"Will you be sad about their two deaths?"

"It will be a little bit."

Angelica nodded:

"But...actually I think they should have been psychologically prepared for death. Not only them, but I am also prepared."

She changed her sitting position, put down her legs, and looked sideways out of the window of the high-speed commercial car:

"I was born in a war-torn area, fighting every day and every night, and relatives and friends died every day. On the day the old man picked me up, there were charred corpses lying next to me. They were all my family members, my parents. , my brothers and sisters.”

"From that time on, or perhaps from earlier, death is not something that is difficult to accept in the eyes of our children in war-torn areas. Everyone has become numb and has long been accustomed to it. So you don't have to worry about it. I am so on guard, and I have no intention of seeking revenge from you. I have been used to seeing death since I was a child, and I knew they would have such a day."

"But Ji Lin is different. He has been looking for the murderer of his parents, but he has never suspected that the old man killed him. I also believe that Ji Lin often plays tricks on the old man. If it is really The old man killed him, and Ji Lin has long since found out."

"I never knew what the two of them were doing, but now--\u003e\u003e

Judging from your reaction and the letter Ji Lin wrote to me..."

Angelica turned her head and looked at Lin Xian with a cold and beautiful face:

"What killed Ji Lin's parents, and what the two of them have been chasing...are they all part of this organization called the Genius Club?"

…

Lin Xian said nothing.

He looked at the key in his hand and felt the gradual loss of heat on it:

"I have no idea."

he replied softly.

He still wouldn't answer any of Angelica's questions. That was irrational and unsafe behavior.

Angelica wants to know the truth about Ji Lin's death. That is her problem and has nothing to do with her.

"If you are really Ji Lin's friend, you should tell me."

Angelica frowned and stared at Lin Xian.

"If I were really Ji Lin's friend, I shouldn't have told you."

Lin Xian turned his head and looked into Angelica's brown eyes:

"If he wanted you to know, then you must have known it a long time ago. Since he doesn't want you to know, then he has his reasons."

"To be honest, I have never been able to get rid of your criminal suspicion in my heart, but the matter is over, so be it. After all, I am not a law enforcer. But I still kindly remind you that if you don't want to make the same mistake again, then Don't wade into this muddy water, Ji Lin may be hiding this from you just to protect you."

"Then why did he tell you this?" Angelica also stared at Lin Xian closely.

"That's our problem."

Lin Xian replied.

…

There was a long silence between the two.

Angelica finally understood that the man in front of her was not as easy to deal with as she thought. Whether it was through coercion or inducement, or playing the emotional card, this man would not take the bait at all, and he would not reveal any information.

She let out a breath:

"Okay, if this is really a problem between the two of you. I want to ask you...if one day, you really find the Genius Club and the murderer of Ji Lin's parents, will you help Ji Lin Revenge?"

"Of course I won't."

Lin Xian was really amused by this stupid question:

"Perhaps Ji Lin didn't tell you what he was doing and who he originally planned to kill... But I think you must have misunderstood the relationship between us. Why should I do it for you? Is he taking revenge? It's just a coincidence that our interests overlap."

"In that case, you should go to Princeton and take a look at the room at No. 112 Marshall Street." Angelica pointed to the key in Lin Xian's hand:

"You going?"

Lin Xian put the keys that had completely cooled down into the inner pocket of his suit:

"I probably won't go in a short time."

Lin Xian was telling the truth in this sentence.

For his current situation, it is too dangerous to go abroad.

The Dragon Country is undoubtedly the safest country in the world, and the United States is in a mess now. Who knows what dangers there may be?

In addition, it is also a mystery whether Copernicus is aware of himself in the Genius Club now.

It is very unwise and very dangerous to go abroad without sufficient safety assurance.

Even the information Ji Lin left behind... Einstein's former residence... was indeed fascinating, and Lin Xian also intuitively felt that these clues must be related to the Genius Club.

Only with such important clues would Ji Lin specifically tell Angelica to personally deliver the key to him.

What is hidden in Einstein’s former residence?

"Haha, I knew you wouldn't go."

Angelica seemed to see through Lin Xian's thoughts and smiled:

"So I went to see it for you."

"oh?"

Lin Xian became interested:

"what is inside?"

"There's almost nothing in there."

Angelica said:

"It's really empty, empty, with only four walls and nothing. All furniture and unnecessary objects have been cleared away by Ji Lin. The only thing in the whole room... is an oil painting hanging on the wall of the living room."

"painting?"

"It's an old oil painting."

Angelica looked at Lin Xian:

"Sad Einstein"

…

Lin Xian narrowed his eyes.

I recall the black and white painting I saw at the East China Sea Exhibition Hall with Chu Anqing.

The old man on the canvas has blown-up hair and dull eyes, like a zombie or a dead person.

His face was solemn, as if he had suffered a huge blow; his spirit was listless, as if his soul had been hollowed out.

Lin Xian remembered it very clearly.

Oil paintings are obviously famous for their bright colors, but this oil painting has completely given up the color advantage of oil paintings. There are almost only two colors of black and white on the entire canvas.

Depressed.

heavy.

desolate.

miserable.

Discomforting.

He vaguely remembered that Chu Anqing read out the introduction to this oil painting——

In 1952, it was painted in Brooklyn, USA, by the realist painter Henry Dawson.

It is already a painting from 70 years ago.

Lin Xian came back to his senses and said doubtfully--\u003e\u003e

:

"Why did Ji Lin empty out the entire room...and then hang a fake painting?"

"No, that's not a fake painting."

Angelica said seriously:

"Ji Lin's painting "Sad Einstein" is the real thing. It is indeed the real thing painted by Henry Dawson. It is not a fake."

"That's impossible."

Lin Xian shook his head:

"I saw this oil painting in the East China Exhibition Hall at the end of last year. It was a global oil painting tour. It was marked on it that the painting was the real thing. It came from a famous museum that I can't remember."

"That one is of course the real thing." Angelica disagreed:

"But the one that Ji Lin hung in the house is also the real thing."

Lin Xian chuckled:

"You are a little funny. Can there be two "Mona Lisa" in the world?"

Angelica spread her hands:

"Da Vinci did not paint two "Mona Lisa", but Henry Dawson painted several "Sad Einstein."

"Several?" Lin Xian was a little surprised.

"Yes."

Angelica nodded:

"Ji Lin told me this clearly, because I bought the painting of "Sad Einstein" in his hand for him."

"Ji Lin told me that there is a special code hidden in the painting of "Sad Einstein". Although I don't know whether it was done by Henry Dawson or Einstein's instructions. But according to the logic of the code above..."

"There are a total of 8 paintings of "Sad Einstein" in this world."

8 paintings.

Lin Xian fell into deep thought.

He had never considered this possibility.

In fact, strictly speaking, Leonardo da Vinci did not only paint one "Mona Lisa". It is said that there are actually several versions of this painting. There are versions that were scrapped at the beginning, but they are also left.

But there are as many as 8 authentic paintings of "Sad Einstein"!

This must be deliberate.

Either Einstein instructed it, or the painter Henry Dawson did it.

In short, for some special reason, this painting is not particularly famous, and there are 8 identical authentic paintings.

What Lin Xian cares more about is...

Listening to Ji Lin's meaning.

The hidden coded information in these 8 paintings of "Sad Einstein" should be different and have a certain logical connection, so he can infer that there are a total of 8 authentic paintings.

What is the purpose of this?

What is the special meaning?

Suddenly.

Lin Xian wanted to understand... why Henry Dawson insisted on using oil paint even though oil painting is obviously not suitable for painting black and white portraits -

Oil painting is three-dimensional. 】

Oil painting is different from ordinary paintings. It is painted with thick and hard oil paint, and the surface of the canvas is uneven and has height differences.

This makes the painting three-dimensional and opens up the third dimension. Perhaps those codes that are not easy to detect can be hidden in the height and difference of the oil paint!

Lin Xian is an art student, and he thought of this at the first moment.

Could it be...

This is the code that Einstein deliberately left?

If so, where do these codes point to?

Squeak————

The Alpha business car stopped steadily, and the electric door on the right side of the vehicle slid slowly.

The small window of the front soundproof cabin opened, and the driver looked back from the small window:

"We have arrived at the Peninsula Hotel."

Angelica looked at the thoughtful Lin Xian and smiled slightly.

She took out a business card from her handbag and an eyebrow pencil.

She took off the eyebrow pencil cap, wrote a string of numbers on the business card, and put it in Lin Xian's hand:

"This is my phone number."

She stepped off the pedal in her high heels, stood in the breeze outside the car, and threw her long hair scattered on her shoulders back, sliding a cool arc and fragrance in the air.

Angelica turned around:

"If one day, you really plan to come to Princeton..."

She made a number six gesture with her left hand and put it on her cheek:

"Call me."

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